NEWMARKET IN THE OLDEN TIME. 83 



" July 3rd, arrived at' Newmarket 6 p. M. where The Ram, wide 

 opening its ravenous maw, stood to receive us. We regale ourselves, 

 after an expeditious journey, upon a comfortable up of tea, and 

 then take a walk to the race-course, as far as the stands. By the 

 way we observe Centaurea calcitrapa plentifully. At some distance 

 we see the Devil's Dyke, and terrified with the prospect, retreat 

 with hasty steps to supper. Soham cheese very fine. July 4th. On 

 going into the quadrangle of this magnificent inn, I observed a post- 

 chaise, with episcopal insignia ; it belonged to our worthy diocesan. 

 On the panel of the chaise door I took a new Etnpis." 



Having thus violated the sanctuary of a Bishop's 

 carriage, and stowed their victim in the specimen- 

 box, they seem to have taken a detour of two or three 

 days, during which they slew a Tabanis bovinm, 

 which had bitten the gig horse till it was covered 

 with blood. Their next Newmarket entry is as 

 follows : 



" July 6th. Left Cambridge early. A little before eight we reach 

 the Devil's Dyke : we dismount to look for insects, and find in -vast 

 abundance the Scarabceus ruricola of Fabricius, and the Scarabceug 

 variaMlis of Mainham. This unexpected success acted as a cordial 

 and reviver to our spirits. Once more enter The Ram, and here 

 breakfast ; and after settling our new colony of Scardbcei in their 

 boxes, set off again for Barton Mills." 



We carefully copied these quaint remarks into our 

 pocket-book ! and our reflections on them, as we 

 strolled home, were on this wise : First, we thought 

 what a mercy it was these sages were not challenged 

 for touts, and how very little the trainers would have 

 believed in them and their mild explanations. Again; 

 we felt not a little nettled that they should have 

 passed through Newmarket when George the Third 

 was king, and yet handed nothing down to posterity 

 but a few enthusiastic reflections on its inns and its 

 insects. Alas ! they wot not, poor harmless souls f 

 of the high-bred sportsmen and the sound lunged 

 steeds, who had so often terrified their Scarabai, as 

 they galloped over that heath, which is not without 



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